You know it.

You lie awake in the dark of the room, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors next to your bed disturbing the silence. You look around and notice the room appears much creepier at night. The walls seem dingy and dirty and the single emergency light flickers over the door. You notice some peeling on the wood finish and wonder if that was there before for a moment before you're distracted and bolt up as the door opens. An eerie green light from the hallway slowly spills into the room as the hinges creak and you see a silhouette emerge in the doorway. You can tell it is Morgan from the distinctive short bob cut that frames her head. She walks into the room and you see she is wearing an extremely revealing nurse uniform, more a fetish costume than anything else. She's wearing dark, intimidating makeup, her lips covered in a deep crimson. On her torso is a white latex one piece with a bright red cross on her breasts. White thigh high boots with six inch heels click on the tile floor as she moves. You see her nails are painted a bright red to match the symbol stretched across her bust and in her hand she holds a large needle. She smiles wickedly at you.

"Time to take your medicine." She says with vicious intent in her voice. You move to struggle, to try to get out of the bed and run but you're horrified as slimy black hands emerge from the bed, dragging you down. You open your mouth to scream but the hands cover your face. You shout into the glossy black gag that forms on your face as the hands bend and shape themselves into the necessary form. Morgan stares down at you triumphantly as the hands hold your limbs in place. You struggle but you're powerless against them as the hold you tight to the bed.

"Now now, stop fussing." You hear your mother's voice and turn your head to see her sitting on the couch by the window. She's wearing an exaggerated version of her usual office wear. Monstrously high heeled stilettos sit at the end of her black lace stocking clad legs. Garter straps can be seen disappearing beneath her skirt which barely covers her round, bubbly ass. Her midriff is exposed as all she wears on her torso is a a tight black vest with white pinstripes. She looks at you disapprovingly over her thin black secretary frames, her hair pulled into its usual bun, the smoky makeup on her eyes sparkles a little in the green light from the hall.

"Listen to your mommy." The words seem to boom as if they've come from a stadium grade soundsystem rather than Morgan's crimson lips. You feel the words more than hear them and the room seems to shake as they echo around it. Your head aches as you feel the words sinking into your mind, forcing their way through your consciousness. Morgan moves to your bedside, the needle extending toward the ceiling. She looks at your arm and then back to you. "Oh it doesn't go there Quinn." Her evil grin widens as the hands begin to lift your gown. You try to struggle but they hold you fast as your genitals are exposed to the cold air.

"HAHAHA! He's such a small wittle guy." You hear another voice and turn to see Tiffany standing on the other side of your bed. She's wearing a shiny gold micro bikini and matching heels. Her shoulder length blonde hair falls down over her face as she is doubled over with laughter pointing derisively to your dick. You blush as she continues to taunt you and you can feel your dick getting hard despite the humiliation, or perhaps because of it. "Aww does your little wee wee like it when I make fun of how pathetic it is?" Your mother stands up and walks around to join Tiffany, laughing and pointing with her.

"I know, he's such a disappointment like his stupid father." Her laughter grows louder and she holds up her two fingers, moving her hand up and down in a lewd gesture as she looks to Tiffany. "This is how he strokes it when he's peeping on his own mother like a horny little creep." They both burst into a fresh fit of laughter.

"Are you a momma's boi, wittle sissy?" Tiffany's laughter subsides enough to continue taunting you. You sit, helpless against them as the disembodied hands continue to hold your body down. You feel tears begin to fall. Your mother sees this and smirks.

"Aren't you a little big to be crying like a little baby?" She chuckles. "Such a little sissy." Your attention returns to Morgan as she finally speaks again.

"Bout to be really little." Her maniacal grin returns as her eyes fall on your erect member. She bends at the waist, sticking her ass out. The white latex of her outfit hugs her cheeks tightly. She extends her arm and moves the needle toward the head of your penis. Your eyes go wide and you grunt when you feel the pinch as the needle punctures your sensitive skin. You scream into the slimey, black gag gluing itself to your face as you feel the needle work further in and down into your shaft. An unpleasant pressure builds in your already engorged dick as Morgan injects the mysterious clear liquid. You scream again as she removes the needle and you see your dick begin to shrink noticeably.

"Aww he's getting even smaller!" Tiffany points once more and begins a fresh round of giggling. "Look at it, so cute! Like a big clit or something!" Your shaft continues to shrink until your barely two inches erect. You lose whatever insubstantial girth you had as well and your balls seem comically oversized. You start to panic and struggle again as the hands begin to fondle and grope you, helpless to resist. You moan into the gag once more as the unwanted attentions drive you wild with mortifying pleasure. The three women continue to laugh and berate you.

"You like getting your little clitty fondled sweetie?" Your mother says.

"Oh I think he likes it a lot." Tiffany smiles wickedly. "Although 'he' might be overstating things a little." Tiffany indicates the emphasis with air quotes. "Certainly won't be pleasing any women with that pathetic little thing."

"Maybe you can find yourself a nice virgin who doesn't know what she's missing?" Your mother's scathing comment further mortifies you as the hands continue to rub against the head of your little nub. The unwanted ecstacy is unbearable and you feel yourself cum as the women's laughter ringing through the air around you builds to a crescendo. You let out a few anemic spurts of jizm which the hands catch. They shift and bend as they bring your load to your face. Morgan speaks again.

"Good boys always clean up their messes. Musn't be wasteful." She grins once more as the hands forming your gag part. Before you can scream the others shove the load into your mouth. The taste is salty and unpleasant and you gag as the hands retreat but remain over your mouth, forcing you to swallow down the bitter substance. Tiffany continues to laugh as your mother speaks.

"Better get used to the taste sissy. All your good for is as a fluffer and cum toilet for real men." She glares at you teasingly. "Like your new daddy, Chris."

You bolt up in the bed shouting and thrashing about as you try to fight the hands that no longer hold you. You look around and see the room has returned to normal, it was just a dream. As usual the details begin to fade from your mind. You feel a cold, clammy feeling on your crotch and you quickly pull the gown up and realize you came in your sleep. You look down somewhat astounded at yourself, it's been a while since you had a full on wet dream. Your mouth waters as you look at your messy, cum covered penis. You feel a strange desire to be clean down there. You shake your head and the feeling passes. You throw the gown back over yourself after confirming your penis is still the same size it always was. Though now you're filled with insecurity. You never thought you were particularly big but you can't escape the worried thoughts of the dream as you lay back down. You close your eyes and try to find sleep once more.